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DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All characters and events depicted are completely fictitious…obviously.
CONTENT WARNING: It’s a perverted one! Read the tags or forever forfeit your right to complain. 🙂
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Posted by u/Anonymous Last updated: 6 hours ago
This is some pretty messed up shit. I’ve never posted anything on here before, but I have to get this off my chest somehow. It doesn’t seem healthy to keep something this fucking crazy bottled up.
So…I guess it all started last Tuesday. I just got out of work at the local grocery store. It’s just some dumb summer job I got before I start college in the fall. I happened to run into my friend Josh, who I hadn’t hung out with in a while. I made a comment that I hadn’t seen him since his 19th birthday party earlier that June, to which he mumbled something about being in trouble with his step-mom.
A quick word about Josh’s step-mom, she is fucking HOT! I really can’t overstate that enough. Tan, curvy, fake blonde, huge natural tits, need I say more? It was early in high school, around the time Josh’s dad split town, that all the boys in our grade started openly fantasizing about getting with her. All us guys lusting after his mom used to piss Josh off to no end.
Anyways, back to my discussion with Josh in the parking lot. I was surprised and asked him what he’d done. My friend Josh is this scrawny, dorky, video game obsessed dweeb. I’ve never seen him drink; I’ve never seen him smoke. I couldn’t imagine him getting into any real trouble. He responded that his mom had “found his porn collection.”
I just couldn’t help it…I started laughing my ass off. Josh’s face turned bright red, but that only made me laugh harder. At the time, I figured this poor nerd’s mother must have stumbled upon hundreds of gigabytes of Hentai…or some shit like that. I would soon find out that I was way off the mark on that one.
Fast forward to Friday afternoon, I get a text from Josh asking me if I want to hang out at his place. All we ever do when we hang out is play video games. (I’ll occasionally smoke some weed if I got it, but sadly I’ve hit a dry spell.) I’m really not feeling it, but I also got nothing else going on. The deciding factor in my decision is the weather. It’s sunny and in the 90s. There’s always a chance Josh’s mom could be laying out by the pool in one of her skimpy bikinis.
Boy does my hunch pay off! When I get over there, his step-mom, Miss Wilson, greets me in the tiniest string bikini I’ve ever seen. It’s all I can do to make eye contact with her, and not let my gaze drift south. I literally can’t believe my luck when she gives me a warm smile and a big hug. I can feel her huge juggs squish against my chest; it feels amazing! In the past, this would have pissed Josh off to no end, but he doesn’t saying anything. He doesn’t look angry at all, just nervous.
This is where I get my first hint that something is off. The three of us are talking in the kitchen. Josh’s mom is asking me about my college plans in the fall. Completely randomly she shifts gears and points out her grandmother’s antique vase sitting on the kitchen island. First off, the vase doesn’t look at all like an antique. It looks like some thrift store crap you’d pick up for 5 bucks. Secondly, who leaves an antique vase in the middle of the kitchen? I just smile and tell her it looks lovely, not really knowing what else to say.
After a couple more minutes of chatting, Miss Wilson heads out by the pool. If it were up to me, I would creepily stare out the window at her all afternoon, but instead I reluctantly go upstairs to play video games with Josh. Normally, Josh crushes me at video games. It’s pretty much all the dork does after all. Today though, he can’t seem to win at anything. It’s like he isn’t focused at all. I’ll be honest, it’s kind of nice to win for a change!
Josh excuses himself to go to the bathroom at some point. The minute he’s out the door, I lunge for his laptop. What can I say, I’m curious what sort of perversions Josh has exposed his unfortunate step-mom to. The laptop’s pretty clean though. Josh must have learned a valuable lesson and hidden his porn trove better. I do find one link in the history though that leads me to a streaming porn website. The video is called “CUCKOLD HUMILIATED AND ABUSED.” Before I can watch any of it, I hear Josh returning from the bathroom. I quickly close the window and shut down his computer.
When he comes back into the room, he asks me if I want any snacks. I’m not really hungry, but going downstairs to the pantry gives me another opportunity to gawk at his mom, so I quickly agree. When we get downstairs though, Miss Wilson is already back inside from her swim. Somehow, her attire has gotten even more revealing. She is still in her red bikini bottoms, but she has replaced her bikini top with a tight, white push-up bra. It takes all my willpower not to let my bursa evi olan escort jaw hit the floor. Sitting at the kitchen table, she gives me a coy little smile as I walk past, like she knows something I don’t.
‘You want some trail mix?’ Josh asks from the pantry door, his voice inexplicably trembling. I’m about to ask him if he’s feeling ok, when he turns around a whips the bag of trail mix a full 3 feet to the left of where I am standing. I make a desperate grab for it, but I’m nowhere close. The bag collides full-force with the “antique” vase resting on the kitchen island, sending the vase crashing down to the floor below.
The vase explodes, and so does Miss Wilson! ‘What have you done, you stupid boy,’ she growls. It’s only when she rises to her feet that I realize with shock that she’s wearing 5-inch heels! Storming across the linoleum floor, she grabs Josh by a tuft of his brown hair. In her heels, she towers over her shrimpy step-son by almost a foot. My mouth is still hanging wide open as she begins hauling Josh by his hair towards the den. Josh, for his part, just whimpers and tries to keep up.
Alone in the kitchen, I finally shake off my confused stupor and start making a beeline for the front door. I have no fucking clue what to make of anything that just happened, but I know when it’s time to make my exit. Halfway to the door, my heart jumps when I hear Miss Wilson call to me from the den. ‘Sweetie, could you come in here? I could use the help of a strapping young man.’
There’s something almost sensual in her tone. Against my better judgment, I abandon my escape plans and make my way towards the den. It’s only when I step through the doorway that I see Josh kneeling on all fours on the carpeted floor. His mom is shoving his face into the cushion of their black leather reclining chair. His sweatpants and underwear are around his ankles, revealing a set of absolutely enormous nuts. I can’t even begin to describe how huge this kid’s balls are; they look like they belong on livestock! The fact that they are also completely clean shaven somehow makes it even more upsetting.
Needless to say, I freak the fuck out! I start backing out of the den on the double. It’s all I can do to keep from breaking into a sprint towards the door. When Miss Wilson turns towards me, my pace slows. My god, she gorgeous! Her hips sway gracefully from side to side as she approaches me. ‘Please don’t leave,’ she begs. ‘I need your help.’
‘What…what do you need?’ I finally manage to stammer with Miss Wilson barely 6 inches from me. I’m a fairly tall guy, and in her heels the two of us stand pretty much nose to nose. I can’t seem to make eye contact though. Instead I find myself staring down directly at her massive tits, bulging out of her little push-up bra. I freeze and let out a gasp as she steps around behind me and wraps her arms around my muscular shoulders. I feel her soft breasts press against my back. Her breath is warm against my neck when she finally answers. ‘I need your help punishing him,’ she says, pointing with a single finger towards her prone son. ‘I’m just a weak little girl, and he’s been so very naughty. I need the help of a strong man if he’s ever going to learn his lesson.’
With her arms still clasped around me, she gently guides me so I’m standing directly behind her prostrate step-son. ‘Kick him in the balls,’ she whispers softly in my ear. ‘Kick him right in those big, naughty balls.’
Praying that the madness will end if I fulfill her request, I snap a tentative kick into my friend’s freakishly large nuts. Josh just grunts and spreads his legs wider.
‘Oh, a strong boy like you can do better than that,’ Miss Wilson chides me, while taking a seat on the leather couch just to my left. ‘Maybe you just need a little incentive,’ she adds with a wink, unfastening one of the five clasps running up the front of her bra.
Without thinking, I fire off another kick into my friend’s groin. You probably think I’m monster, but keep in mind I’ve been dreaming about seeing Miss Wilson’s big titties for the better part of a decade. My bare foot collides into Josh’s meaty testicles with a loud SLAP. Josh’s pathetic little whimper of pain brings me back to reality.
‘Oh my god, what am I doing!’ I exclaim with horror. I can feel tears of guilt welling up in my eyes as I bend down towards my friend. ‘I’m so sorry, Josh! Are you…’ I stop mid-sentence when I see it. Josh’s penis can’t be more than 3-inches long, but it’s hard as a rock. Off the tip of his tiny wiener dangles a big drop of pre-cum. (A tiny penis and the testicles of a circus freak, I can see why poor Josh never used the locker room shower during high school!)
I can feel my face turning red with anger as I stand back up. I’m slowly connecting all the dots, the porn I found on Josh’s computer, his mom’s incredibly revealing attire, the “antique” vase that Josh just happened to “accidentally” break… altıparmak escort Furious at the thought of being an unwitting pawn in my friend’s perverted fantasy, I slam my foot for a third time into Josh’s ball-bag and listen with satisfaction as he yelps in pain.
‘That was the best one yet!’ chirps Miss Wilson, as she undoes a second clasp on her bra.
I could stop right there. I could tell them that they’re both sick and that they can go fuck off. I don’t however. Instead, I fire off another shot into my friend’s aching jewels. He moans into the chair cushion, but I’m short on sympathy. Miss Wilson gives me a cute, little smile and unfastens another clasp. I figure if the whole world’s gone mad, I might as well use this opportunity to fulfill my lifelong dream of seeing Miss Wilson’s huge knockers.
With barely a pause, I haul off and drive my foot yet again into Josh’s increasing swollen nuts. Miss Wilson claps her hands with delight and loosens the fourth clasp. There is only one incredibly hard working clasp remaining now, struggling with all its might to contain the well-endowed MILF.
I take a deep breath and line up the two targets. For whatever reason, I have a strong urge to make this one really smart. I pull my foot back and let fly, being sure to add a little extra follow through. Josh lets out a shriek as I feel testicles mash against pelvic bone. Miss Wilson giggles with delight and removes the last clasp.
There they are, in all their glory! They’re huge, tan, and perkier than they have any right to be for a woman in her late 30’s. She slips her arms out of the bra straps and lets the lacey, white garment fall to the carpeted floor below. Giving me a big grin, she places her hands flat on the couch and shakes her upper body back and forth, causing her beautiful tits to bounce around in rhythm. I just stare on with my mouth wide open; this is better than I ever could have imagined!
She stops shaking and cups both breasts. ‘Kick that naughty little boy again,’ she begs. Turning to Josh, I can’t help but notice a dark stain forming underneath him on the carpet. It takes me a moment to recognize what it is… a pool of the little pervert’s own precum. I realize with disgust that I’ve literally been kicking the snot out of him. Any remaining pity I might have had quickly evaporates.
I take aim and slam my foot into my friend’s bloated nuts. Josh moans in pain; his mother moans with pleasure. Without waiting, I send another one crashing hard into my friend’s tender testicles. ‘That must be so painful!’ Miss Wilson exclaims. ‘Do it again! Do it again!’ she adds with almost childlike enthusiasm.
I gladly obey, thoroughly scrambling Josh’s poor eggs with a series of a dozen or so rapid fire kicks. Josh is still gasping for air when I send a final haymaker sailing into his sensitive sexual organs. The hapless little turd shrieks a full octave higher. ‘More, please hurt him more,’ Miss Wilson pleads. She’s begun playing with her hard pink nipples, violently pulling and tugging on them while biting her bottom lip.
At this point, I completely let loose on her son, driving home one nut crunching shot after another. His enormous balls flop around wildly under an unrelenting barrage of kicks. He must have his teeth clenched, because all I can hear are high-pitched whines and whimpers coming from the back of his throat. For the next 5 minutes, I give his throbbing nuts no reprieve; they are in an almost constant state of being mashed or mangled. Off to the side I can hear Miss Wilson whimpering with delight, continuing to play with herself.
Pausing, I look down to see Josh trembling at my feet. I feel a new sadistic side of me, one I never knew I had before today, take hold. Carefully lining up my shot, I deliver one last thunderous punt to my friend’s swollen, red nutsack. It’s a bullseye! Josh lets out a high pitched wail and buries his face in the recliner. I stand there a moment panting. I’m covered in sweat and my foot actually hurts a little.
‘No! Please don’t stop now!’ Miss Wilson cries, rising from the couch. She approaches me with a half-crazed expression on her face. I can’t help but notice that her red bikini bottoms are sopping wet. I jump as she abruptly jams her hand down my basketball shorts and grabs hold of my dick. Only now, with her warm hand around my penis, do I realize that I am fully erect. I can’t help but wonder how long I’ve been that way.
‘Oh, you’re big!’ she exclaims, gently stroking my cock. (Like any 19 year old guy, I’ve measured. I have 9-inches if you hold the ruler just right and round up a little.)
‘Did you hear that?’ she asks, looking down at her step-son. ‘Did you know your friend had such a big, meaty cock?’ Josh makes a pathetic sniveling noise into the chair cushion. His little penis quivers as it adds another thick strand of pre-cum to the growing pool on the carpet. Something tells me he heard.
‘Please,’ gemlik escort she says, turning back towards me. ‘That wicked boy hasn’t learned his lesson yet.’ Seeing Josh trembling on the floor, I’m not sure what exactly gave her that impression. I’m not going argue though, not when that soft, silky hand running up and down my shaft feels so amazing.
‘Can you do one last thing or me?’ she asks. I nod slowly, not quite able to form words.
‘I want to hear him cry,’ she says in a sultry voice. Leaning in, she places a gentle kiss on my parted lips. ‘Won’t you please make him cry for me? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.’ I let out a moan of frustration as she releases her hold on my cock and sits back down on the couch. She gives me a big smile as she slides a hand down her drenched bikini bottoms and begins pleasuring herself.
I look down at Josh. His tiny pecker is leaking like a faucet in anticipation of what I’m about to do to him. I decide then and there that I won’t disappoint the little pervert. I’m going to give this disgusting, little worm what he deserves!
I take my time lining up the crosshairs; I’m in no rush. I find it entertaining watching Josh shudder at my every slightest movement. When Josh is almost hyperventilating with anticipation, that’s when I let loose. It’s one nut splattering kick after another! Miss Wilson squeals with delight. Her son is also squealing, but more like a stuck pig. He buries his face in the chair cushion again, as he drools, froths, and blows snot all over the upholstery.
After several minutes of ramming my foot repeatedly into Josh’s bare testicles with nearly all my might, the little guy is shaking like a leaf. Somehow he manages to keep his legs spread though, allowing me full access to his horribly battered genitals. Masochist or not, I can’t even begin to imagine the sheer willpower it must take for him to keep his legs wide open while I rearrange his nut-meat over and over again.
After what must be well over fifty kicks, he finally collapses in a fetal position into a pool of his own slime. Sobbing, his left hand moves to shield his bloated testicles, while his right begins furiously tugging at his little pecker.
‘Leave it!’ Miss Wilson hisses, as though her son were a dog trying to steal table scraps. Josh whimpers and obeys. His right hand joins his left in cradling his enormously swollen nuts.
‘It’s time for your reward,’ Miss Wilson says, turning my direction. She makes a beckoning motion with her right hand, while her left hand pulls aside her bikini bottoms to reveal her pink, perfectly shaven pussy. It’s my turn to shake like a leaf as I slowly approach the couch. For all I’ve fantasized about this day, I never thought in a million years it would actually happen; I’m terrified! I yelp with surprise when Miss Wilson suddenly grabs my shorts and underwear and yanks them down. I step out of them and stand naked in front of her from the waist down. Before I know what’s happening, she latches on to my erect cock, pulling me forward until I’m lying on top of her on the couch.
‘Joshua,’ she calls in the direction of her step-son, who’s still twitching and groaning on the floor. ‘Come here, I want to make sure you have a good view when your friend enters mommy.’ He whimpers as he begins slowly and shakily crawling towards the couch on his hands and knees. ‘Come on now,’ his mother adds, ‘place your chin on mommy’s thigh. I want to make sure you can see.’ He meekly obeys.
With her son’s face resting 6 inches from both our genitals, Miss Wilson locks eyes with me. ‘I want to feel you inside of me,’ she moans. ‘I want to feel all of you inside of me.’ She grabs me by my bare ass and gives a tug. I push my hips forward and feel as I penetrate her warm hole. Her pussy is unbelievably wet. Not with 8 hours of foreplay could my ex-girlfriend ever have got this wet. With her eyes closed, and once again biting her bottom lip, inch by inch she takes me until I am fully inside of her (another thing my ex couldn’t do). Josh snivels throughout the whole process. His tiny wiener is leaky again, although, to be fair, I’m not sure it ever stopped.
‘Go get your collar, Joshua.’ Miss Wilson calmly orders with her eyes still closed. I can see Josh’s expression turn to fear. Once again crying, he starts making his way towards the entrance of the den. I make the mistake of turning to look at Josh’s poor balls as he slowly crawls away. I can’t help but cringe. It’s painful just looking at them! The best way I can describe them are like those red Christmas bulbs, the large ones you hang on your tree. Now imagine two of those dangling between your legs!
Thankful to no longer have my friend’s nose less than a foot from my junk, I begin thrusting harder. Miss Wilson groans with pleasure, but suddenly reaches out, placing her left hand on my chest. ‘Please, just take it slow for another minute,’ she whimpers. ‘I’m so close…but we need to wait until Josh comes back.’
Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I slow my pace nonetheless. Trying my best to be gentle, I slowly shove my hips back and forth, feeling the MILF from the inside. I can’t believe how tight she is. Her pussy grips down on my thick cock with each stroke; it feels amazing!
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